Silvan Haven

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken

It seemed that the other two had taken his question as somewhat more threatening than he had intended it to be. Anzu had already shown himself as non hostile some time ago. Pitch black and flaming or not there was no need to kill a peaceful creature.

"I'll help." Fionn said as he swallowed the last mouthful of meat and got up. He moved around the small campsite to collect the other's plates. It would take all day to get to where his ship was landed and the young mage didn't want to waste anymore time than needed.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.

Justin Harken

Name: Justin Harken

Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Patron Saints

Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.

When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.

Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.

There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.

Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.

When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.

There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.

For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.

Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)

Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.

Taser.

Kevlar armor vest.

Zipties.

Paracord bracelet.

Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.

There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.

Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.

He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.

Extra:

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

I’ll see if I can work one more RPG into my schedule.

The War of the Three

@The 42nd Gecko@Lmpkio

Saef Harken
Lenuria

As it turned out High Command had in fact decided on a punishment. While not an official demotion, he was still a Captain, his command of a full company had been switched out for a platoon. Which meant that instead of leading two hundred men and woman into the water he was reduced to just fifty. It stung and definitely changed what he could do on the battlefield. But he could work with it.

Captain Harken led his troops into the water at speed. His new tome fading into existence behind him and a bladed wall of light appeared in front of the formation. With his new power such a move was nothing and it essentially turned the platoon into a quantum particle propelled airplane. Or aquaplane as the case may be. A few quick modifications to their filtration systems had optimized them for underwater breathing. The group could stay down there for days if needed.

It was a was much smaller battlefield this time. A mere fraction of the space taken up by the vast graveyard they had recently fought in. Of course when half of that space was taken up by the ruins of the city that had to be searched it suddenly seemed much bigger. They didn't have the time to do it the the ordinary way. So it was time to cheat.

Everything had some magic in it. Even if it was pointlessly small. Saef's training in the thaumaturgical arts had taught him how to see that magic in the form of auras. Lights and colors that varried depending on the power and type of magic in play. Something with the power of the staff they were looking for should be blazing away like a bonfire. After a quick scan of the ruins he directed his men towards the largest magical concentration of power he could find, placing a digital waypoint down and letting the suit computers work out the details of the formation flying needed to get them there.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

@Agent 47

Oh yeah something I noticed. A couple of the profiles seem a bit odd as far as the powers go. The invisible lady has had her power for the past year and the mind control dude assumedly got his as a result of a deal with Ye Elder Cthulian Stranger.

Can't say I mind the latter. More Lovecraft gives me more chances to banish it back past the Outer Gates, but thought I would inquire anyway.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Let’s see. How anti-Lovecraftian a character can I make?

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken

He couldn't help but follow her gaze. Anzu was certainly an interesting companion. And seemingly retained the intelligence associated with unicorns.

"I must admit that I am not familiar with this subspecies. Forgive me if I seem rude but normally when you combine words like 'corruption' and 'nightmare' you get something that needs to be put down. Anzu here seems positively placid in comparison. Why is that?"

The War of the Three

Saef-Angels.

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken

Hmmm, yes. She had previously mentioned how her presence had interfered with the workings of a starship she had reached in her travels. It was a reasonable question to ask about the thing they would be flying around at lethal speeds in.

"I will answer the second question first as it is more important. Yes, most mages don't mix well with advanced technology. The warping of reality tends to mess with the intricate electronics and nanotechnology involved. My people have traveling the stars for a long time however. Long enough that our magical bond has seeped into our blood. We had to figure out ways for magic and technology to coexist or be severely limited in those we could help. We did that in two ways."

He held up a finger. "The first was to develop magic that had a limited impact on technology. My style of magic focuses on controlling the fundamental particles of light. At my level that magic is restrained to the that light, it doesn't leak out and effect nearby pieces of high technology."

A second finger was raised. "The second way was by developing technology that could both resist magical warping and included it in the design. As far as I know we are the sole world traveling group who uses that type of technology in any great numbers. My ship is built like that. It has to be to work here. This planet is so chock full of magical energy that most ship can barely fly. Some can't even do that."

Fionn's hand went back to cutting up the meat on his plate. He was hungry but it was rude to spit food at people when talking. Preparing the food for consumption upon cessation of speech was much better.

"As for how it's powered? My people call it a Zero Point Energy Generator. To put it simply it draws on the fabric of reality to produce usable energy."

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken

A yawning Fionn gratefully accepted a plate of food and settled onto a nearby log to dig in. The contrast between the chill morning air and warm meal was a pleasant one and he let the heat and taste sweep the cobwebs from his mind. The other two were conversing across the small campsite, apparently more comfortable with each other after their recent battle. That was a good thing. They would need that bond before this was over.

"It would certainly be a very long journey for most groups on this planet. Luckily for us I have a way to fix that." He motioned with a small eating knife towards to east. "Our initial target is a rather peculiar monument in the Rzailian wastelands. Some sort of obelisk atop a mountain of corpses from the descriptions I've heard. It's supposed to hold some clues that might point us in the right direction. The only problem is that it's a several week long journey across extremely hostile terrain. I'm not even sure if the cart could make it without going slowly and very carefully. Which we don't have time for."

The knife flipped around and pointed in the almost exact opposite direction. "I have a starship." He couldn't help the dramatic pause that followed. Then he remembered that one of his companions had probably never even heard the word before. He looked over at Grug and explained. "It's a device that will allow us to reach the obelisk within minutes. Treaties keep me from flying it around willy nilly so I normally land it somewhere out of the way and reach my destination on foot."